like today. jim harbaugh put his team to practice on the parking lot of the holiday inn. well, he didn't want to go east, come back west, go east again. last year, it worked out perfectly. they play the new york jets on sunday. if they win, hey, practicing on the asphalt, what a great idea. if they lose, harbaugh outthought himself. [ laughter ] - hey, jack. did you dye your hair? - no. no. - so how was your new year's? - wonderful. my dear friend, the deep-sea explorer bob ballard, brought over a 2,000-year-old amphora of wine from a sunken phoenician trading vessel. [chuckles] the wine turned out to be quite toxic. [coughing] my guests and i spent the stroke of midnight in my garden... vomiting. - oh, my god, sorry. - don't be. the whole night-- the purging, the new year, the vivid hallucinations of astarte-- the phoenician goddess of sex and war-- it all wiped the slate clean.